Precarious

February 5, 2025

we raked
the decomposed
granite smooth
                        but
decomposed again
it cracked
when the earth
shook

in Fort Worth
I remember       soundless black
massing around me
the tornado’s vortex
  
                        precarious as

this wildfire            hot
enough to melt
my car’s metal            flat
onto the asphalt

today   a red light
flashes
          reads stop      we stop
                        others proceed
                        read  red is green
                        deceive
                        again & again: red is green

  I write because
this is my truth:
                        guard the flashing red

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